Feng Tianlan laughed gently and replied, "Not interested."
Whether she won or lost this competition, only Deng Hu stood to gain from it. Why should she compete in a pill-making battle?
"Not interested?" Deng Hu scoffed. "I see, so you are scared after all. Even though you were boasting about your skills earlier, you have nothing to say now that I have proposed a competition."
"I only said that I am not interested in becoming your disciple," Feng Tianlan rebutted lightly. She had the Pill Scroll Azurite, so no one was good enough to be her master in the field of pill refinement.
Deng Hu was so incensed by Feng Tianlan's words that he started to feel his blood boil. He glared at Feng Tianlan furiously. " How conceited of you! You are actually scared of competing but you are trying to agitate me. Since you are such a coward, why don't you give up and accept your death instead of relying on a man to protect you."
